||Club Camp Camp|| Max X Reader

~In Trouble?~

Wow.

Just uh, wow.

I didn't know how I got this negative son of a bitch stink boy to want to go on a date with me.

Me being a son of a bitch stink girl.

Nevermind I see now.

But what is MORE confusing is that he wants me to call him daddy.

Like, I knew that highschool would be wild, but woah.

Anyways, here I am waiting at my locker, like I was told to, while Max stayed in the detention room for another like 15 minutes.

Why is he in detention? Oh, easy.

Well as we arrived in home room this morning, Gwen wasn't there.

Instead there was this really old bitch named Mr. Wenwrong. (Reference to one of my ass teachers. Don't worry that isn't his real name)

Anyways he yelled at Max and I, pointing his hairy fingers at the door and telling us to get a late slip.

"How about you go get a hairline, dude." Max muttered to Wenwrong.

The class erupted in gasps and laughter, while Wenwrong's face lit up an even darker red.

"Get out of my class right now or-"

"Or you'll what?"

I didn't know who had said that, because it wasn't Max. It sounded an awful lot like my voice. That's when realization hit me.

That and Max hitting his hand over my mouth.

Don't think you won't be punished for that after, Y/N.

That was what Max's eyes told me.

But I don't think the teacher even knew I existed.

"Young lady, why the hell are you up? Go sit down! And as for YOU, boy. You come with me. Now."

I looked up at Max, nervous for a moment. He ruffled my hair and followed the teacher.

I went to my seat.

And that's where now happens.

After a bit longer, Max comes running down the hall.

Not really running, I mean who the hell runs in school?

"Y/N! You didn't leave! Thank god."

He said, taking my hand.

"Pft, why would I leave?" I asked, trying to sound cool and not nervous because I didn't know how today would go.

"I thought you remembered what happened today after you spoke to the teacher and didn't want to be near me."

Wait. Oh no.

The look in his eye.

I looked up at him nervously.

"W-whatever do you mean-"

"You know what I mean. Why the hell did you say anything to that bitchy teacher? What if you got into detention as well? You wouldn't have deserved that."

Wow. The big bad Max actually cared.

"No, it's fine, trust m-"

He put his hand over my mouth again.

"Hey. Don't talk back. You know better."

I nodded my head, biting my tongue.

He removed his hand.

"Hey Max, I have a question."

He hummed in response. Time to ask.

"Why do you like me calling you daddy?"

He stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at me, a smirk forming on his face.

"Because I like being the dominant one."

Then his smirk went away.

"I also like everyone knowing that you're taken. That you're MINE."

I blushed a little, not knowing what to say at this point.

"Anyways, ready for our date?"